Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Thousand Arrow—this was Guo Ran’s newest technique, a product of his relentless efforts. In truth, its full name was the Thousand-Bladed Son-Mother Arrow.

The technique revolved around merging a thousand explosive arrows into a single projectile infused with spatial energy. When fired, the spatial energy fractured, unleashing the thousand arrows in a precise formation. Each arrow had a specific role and purpose.

At the heart of this formation was the ruler arrow—the strongest and most devastating among them. Forged from over three thousand different immortal metals and divine materials, it was inscribed with countless runes. Even Guo Ran had to be meticulous in crafting it. After all, a single mistake could trigger an explosion powerful enough to obliterate him. However, despite its overwhelming might, if directly shot at an enemy, its immense power would be detected, allowing the target a chance to evade.

Thus, the ruler arrow required the support of the seventy-two minister arrows. Thirty-six of these enhanced the ruler arrow’s strength, while the other thirty-six concealed its aura, preventing enemies from sensing the impending danger.

Adding to the complexity, there were three hundred and sixty assistant arrows. They all had different attributes: metal, wood, water, fire, earth, light, dark, lightning, wind, etc. Their purpose was to overwhelm the enemy’s senses with a chaotic influx of energies, further masking the true threat of the ruler arrow.

Finally, the envoy arrows. They were the most numerous arrows and functioned as scouts. Though lacking in power, they played a crucial role in detecting enemy positions and guiding the ruler arrow to its most effective target.

This engineering masterpiece was Guo Ran’s pride and joy, the culmination of an unimaginable amount of effort.

“Hehe, I’m not upset about the loss. If I didn’t test it, how would I know if it worked?” Guo Ran chuckled. While it took him half a month to craft a single set, the results justified the effort.

A group of eight-vein Heaven Saints was annihilated in an instant. Though they had already sustained injuries and weren’t at their peak, the attack was so sudden and precise that even in top condition, they likely wouldn’t have survived.

“It really is amazing,” praised Long Chen.

When he learned about the complex principles behind this one arrow, Long Chen couldn’t help but praise it. Guo Ran’s creativity never ceased to amaze him.

“It is. But if Guo Ran had put this much effort into developing magical arts or divine abilities, he’d probably have made just as great a breakthrough,” remarked Song Mingyuan.

“Tch, you know that it’s impossible for me. Boss already said that every person has their own path. Who’s to say that I, Guo Ran, won’t forge an entirely new one?” Guo Ran retorted proudly.

Long Chen raised a brow. “Did I say that?”

Ignoring his own question, he asked again, “How many of these arrows do you have?”

“I had eight but used one. So now there are seven. But you also saw their power—they are enough,” replied Guo Ran.

“Enough? No.”

Long Chen shook his head. This fellow had no idea how many powerful enemies they would be facing. He actually thought that it was just the demon race.

“It’s fine, Boss,” Guo Ran reassured. “I’ve figured out how to mass-produce them. While the mass-produced versions only have half the power, I can make over a hundred in a single day.”

Long Chen was momentarily taken aback. Even at half strength, that was an astounding feat. A hundred per day? That was practically heaven-defying.

“Then get to work, Guo Ran. Make as many as you can—the more, the better. We’re preparing for an unprecedented battle.”

“Boss, leave it to me!”

Seeing Long Chen’s serious expression, Guo Ran understood the gravity of the situation. Without hesitation, he rushed back to the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest to begin production.

Long Chen gathered the enemy corpses and returned to the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest as well. Their forces continued their slow but steady advance.

“Boss, something’s off. Why haven’t we encountered any other factions on our way?” asked Xia Chen.

“Because we’re going too slow. Most people have probably arrived at the Emperor reverse scale,” replied Long Chen.

“Then why aren’t we going faster?” asked Song Mingyuan.

“There’s no need for that. Even if we got there first, we’d have to wait. Others can join sides with their own people, but we can’t. If we were to arrive there first, we’d be targeted by everyone. Our people haven’t reached their full power yet. We wouldn’t be able to survive such a battle,” answered Long Chen. Ｒ𝓪Νо𝖇ËŚ

Arriving early might have given them more time to absorb energy, but it wouldn’t make a difference in the long run. That was because they could not advance to the Human Emperor realm within the Heaven Vein Mystic Realm.

It was because the laws here were different from those of the outside world. If they advanced here, they would be confined by the laws in this place, and they would have to advance to the Divine Emperor realm here as well.

Since the Heaven Vein Mystic Realm only opened once every countless years, advancing here would be tantamount to throwing away their future.

Thus, there was no rush. Reaching the great circle of the Heaven Saint realm along the way was just as effective. Moreover, the lack of disturbances made it a safer approach.

Another reason for their slow advance was to buy time for Bai Shishi, Bai Xiaole, and Yue Zifeng to catch up to them. If Mo Nian also managed to join them, even better. Long Chen had a strong premonition that the battle for the Emperor reverse scale would be unlike anything they had ever faced before.

BOOM!

Suddenly, heaven and earth trembled violently. A thunderous dragon’s cry echoed throughout the entire Heaven Vein Mystic Realm.

“Getting impatient, are you?”

Long Chen’s gaze sharpened, his expression turning cold as he listened to the ominous roar in the distance.